Chapter 713 Return (3)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 713 Return ([-])
(The title is wrong, it should be——)
[Chapter 715 Return ([-])]
Everyone followed McGuffin and looked down.
Sure enough, that incomparably magnificent giant wheel that rotated slowly like a galaxy, extinguishing everything...disappeared in a daze.
Instead, there is a canyon-like waterfall and tide that connects the sky... Standing on both sides, it seems to swallow this [Universal Train].
It's as if the ocean has been split open, creating a canyon that cannot be closed,
The sea tide, the loud sound of the waterfall falling into the water, and the mournful singing...began to surround everyone's ears unceasingly.
And the two tides coming from both sides are composed of endless bones and ghosts.
Countless dark green, silver-white translucent bones and skeletons... piled up into layers of sea tides, falling directly from the invisible edge above... into the bottomless dark abyss.
This train was running in the mid-air of this black abyss, and countless ghosts were in the tide of bones on both sides... roaring and struggling, as if they were about to rush into the carriage.
Many Muggles backed away in fright, and almost collapsed to the ground, and some wizards were as pale as dead bodies.
Everyone was silent, for fear of disturbing anything.
The uproar they caused and the small thoughts deep in their hearts... were completely suppressed in an instant.
"This... where is this?"
Snape's indifferent eyes were full of fear, he stared at McGuffin and asked.
"Didn't I already say that?"
"This is the abyss of despair, the kingdom of the dead... the kingdom of the god of death... the place where the souls of the whole of England and half of Europe belong... it is one of the cornerstones of the world's rotation, it is the gap at the bottom of the world..."
"There are legends in the wizarding world that tell about this place..."
"Don't have to say...it's just that in the story of the three brothers meeting the God of Death by the river and obtaining the Deathly Hallows...the river refers to this abyss."
McGuffin touched the [Ring of Dust and Dusk·Yellow] on his finger and said so.
Most of his information comes from the display of the new system, and part of it is because this ring is combined with [Curse of Echo Blue]... the information he heard in the world.
Only wizards who break through the boundaries of ordinary magic power can perceive this world.
If one goes deep enough into the depths of the world's magic, wizards can even hear her narrating the wraiths' lives... in all their joys and sorrows, from the... never-ending song of mourning.
such as……
Albus Dumbledore was less surprised by this than anyone else.
With a calm face, he held his slender fingers and touched the abrupt parts of the walls of the two trains. His sharp nails... lightly slid across the magic pipe emitting red light, making creaking sounds.
Dumbledore seems to want to study what is going on with this train and how it was built...
It's a pity that McGuffin was built with the help of the system at this time, and even he didn't know what the specific structure was.
It is impossible for the old bee to see something.
"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?" It was still Harry who woke up Albus gently.
Dumbledore just noticed that Rufus Scrimgeour had called him several times. The new Minister of Magic... obviously didn't want to believe McGuffin Albert's statement. He was eager to deny McGuffin's statement, denying that this is not... In "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", the "river" where the three brothers met the god of death was not the world where the dead lived.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore didn't do what he wanted, the old bee nodded, and he briefly explained everything he knew about this place.
"Listen carefully...the singing contains some information, you should be able to understand everything..." McGuffin added.
The singing reverberated, like the lamentation of the sea tide... One after another, one wave after another... Echoing and crashing in the minds of all those who listened attentively,
In this world, she was trying to tell each of them... various stories that have existed here since ancient times.
After confirming that what McGuffin said was true, Rufus Scrimgeour, Cornelius Fudge... and many other Ministry of Magic executives couldn't hold back their faces.
They looked at each other, and finally Rufus Skrein motioned for Cornelius Fudge to stand in front of the MacGuffin.
Fudge stared at McGuffin with an extremely ugly face and asked, "Mr. Albert, what on earth are you trying to bring us here for... just tell me directly?"
Everyone stood up and withdrew their attention from outside the carriage, with solemn expressions, waiting for McGuffin to answer.
McGuffin was silent for a while, and finally he raised his right hand with the three rings and placed it in the center of everyone's eyes.
"What do I want to do?" He asked himself and answered with a wry smile.
Then, in Dumbledore's slightly puzzled eyes, McGuffin continued, "You are wrong,...not what I want to do? It's this world...what this destiny needs me to do..."
"What do you mean?" Morita Chiko said sharply with a hoarse voice.
This guy has been carrying a magic wand since the very beginning, trying to analyze this train... trying to divert its power from the remaining wreckage of [Jomungard] and [World Tree], trying to figure out the magic attached to it, but she found nothing.
This made her stare at MacGuffin with fear and a kind of inexplicable enthusiasm in her eyes.
McGuffin did not directly respond to the concerns of people like Morita Chiko, but turned to Dumbledore to prove his statement.
He folded his palms together, stretched out his index finger, and pointed the [Flesh Eye Red] on Albus Dumbledore, "Professor, you have deeply controlled this ring. You should know that you can detect the supernatural magic attached to it, right?"
Suddenly Dumbledore realized what McGuffin was trying to say.
He turned around, looked at everyone's confused and curious expressions, and explained,
"This ring is indeed an incredible creation. Even with Voldemort's level... it cannot be created. It should be cast by the will of the world, a gift from the times..."
"It's like "Fountain of Good Luck", "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot"...the magical items in these fairy tales. They are all magic alchemy props that cannot be created with the magic power of the wizard..."
McGuffin interjected, "It's also like the Three Hallows...the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone...they weren't created by the three Peverell brothers, but fate chose them...to create those three incredible magic items through their hands."
"I don't understand!" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled.
"My dear Minerva! This has been described in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"...The three brothers are the three holy artifacts captured from the hands of the god of death...They must have been to this place, and by virtue of their own perception of magic power...created the Deathly Hallows." Dumbledore said with great interest,
"But afterward, the three brothers probably would never be able to reach the situation they were at that time, and would never be able to come to this world again. That's why they told others...they won the three holy artifacts from the hands of the god of death."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. They did not expect such an explanation to appear in this fairy tale.
'This... isn't it made up by these two guys? '
This should be the idea that popped up in the minds of wizards for a while.
However, they just looked at each other, and none of them was the first to pierce the window paper and express their doubts.
In the end, Rufus bit the bullet and expressed doubts.
"Professor Dumbledore, I don't want to discuss the Deathly Hallows with you. Those things have been destroyed in previous magical rituals. What do these three rings have to do with our current situation? What is... the world needs you to do this? And what are you going to do?"
Rufus asked, staring at McGuffin.
"It's not you... and it's not just me, but us... We must cater to the will of the world!" McGuffin took a breath, and said directly: "This ring is the proof of everything."
"how to prove?"
McGuffin didn't explain, he directly raised the finger wearing the [Red Pupil of Flesh] ring, pointing to Rufus Scrimgeour's cuff.
A stab.
The clothes on the cuffs were immediately activated, and the piece of clothing material crawled and turned into something fleshy, and then some kind of woody texture appeared on it, and it changed again... It grew into plump grains of rice...
Then, shelling, grinding, bonding, kneading... all kinds of ingredients that have also changed are added...
Finally, the automatic roast...
After a series of extremely unbelievable changes and reactions,
That thing directly turned into a piece of scorched golden bread.
Not only does it look, it even smells alluring.
Everyone swallowed their saliva, stared dryly, and stared at this thing. (After all, many staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been eating old food for half a year while staying in the world of the magical secret realm.)
But no one did anything. After all, the reason in their hearts was telling them that anything transformed by magic was inedible, even if the magic that McGuffin cast just now was very gaudy and dazzling.
But what they didn't expect was that Dumbledore walked up to Scrimgeour, took the bread in his hands, and after observing carefully for a long time, he broke it into several pieces and distributed them directly to Rufus and Harry.
Then, he directly picked up the bread, bit into it, and ate it.
"Professor... Dumbledore?" said Professor McGonagall in surprise.
"It's real, you can eat it!" Dumbledore raised his head and said, "You can taste it..."
Don't wait for him to finish.
Professor McGonagall waved his wand in disbelief,
"Stop the curse!"
"—The end of the curse!"
"—Restore its shape!"
Professor McGonagall used three or four spell-breaking methods in a row, but none of them worked, so in desperation.
In the end, she could only try to take a bite, and slowly sipped it in her mouth.
"This this……"
"There is a smell? How is it possible... How did you do it? McGuffin! That ring of yours..."
Following Professor McGonagall's unbelievable screams, the wizards rushed over one after another. They scrambled to separate the bread, carefully stuffed it into their mouths and tasted it, trying to study this unprecedented magic.
Harry was confused.Hermione next to him grabbed some bread from his hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
"This is wrong! This thing should be tasteless... No, it should taste like some clothes and fabrics. How could it be a normal food..."
"McGuffin, you have completely violated [Gamp's Law of Transformation]..." she shouted in amazement.
At this time, Harry finally remembered the transformation magic in the ordinary sense, and it was impossible to conjure edible food.
Everyone was talking, and they started to make more and more noise,
In the end, Dumbledore stopped when he coughed.
After seeing everyone quiet down, McGuffin slowly talked about the ring again, "You have also seen it... It is an incredible display of magic, a miracle that this era bestows on the world... It is a different kind of magic in the future."
"It goes without saying that Voldemort, even [Joermungandr] [World Tree], an existence that has survived from ancient times, cannot create such magic items."
"...The Philosopher's Stone, the Fountain of Youth...these legendary treasures cannot be compared with them."
"The most important thing is that this is not just one such ring." McGuffin stretched out his hand, waving the three-color magic ring in front of everyone. "As you have seen, there are three such rings in total. They represent the three elements that make up life...the body (the pupil of flesh and blood), the soul (the ring of dust and darkness), the power of miracles (the curse of echo)..."
"With these three rings, this train, and this abyss of despair, I can..."
Everyone looked puzzled again, not understanding what McGuffin was doing when he said these things.
McGuffin didn't say any more, he made a weird gesture, and the ring on his right middle finger (Ring of Dust and Dusk·Yellow) lit up, resonating with the light from the red pipe in the car, and flashing together.
Afterwards, the train trembled immediately, and the front part of the train opened its pupils just like [Yrmungandr], emitting a dazzling gray-yellow light, covering the endless tide of bones on both sides of the 'Abyss of Despair'.
Then, there was a clicking sound from the rear of the two trains.
"what is that!"
Harry hurriedly pointed to the outside of the carriage, and everyone hurriedly looked out.
Countless silver-white souls... broke free from the tide of bones. Like the ghosts of Hogwarts, they jumped out along the gray-yellow light, flew in mid-air, and came to the bottom of the train, where they were taken in by the opened train carriage at the rear.
Seeing the endless soul transforming into a galaxy and rushing into the carriage, everyone was speechless for a long time, unable to calm down in their hearts.
They don't know what the little wizard with great powers in front of them wants to do, but based on their past life experience and cognition, wizards who play with souls... are almost all dark wizards who explore taboos, and they have no awe and respect for life.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the carriage was very oppressive.
(End of this chapter)
(The title is wrong, it should be——)
[Chapter 715 Return ([-])]
Everyone followed McGuffin and looked down.
Sure enough, that incomparably magnificent giant wheel that rotated slowly like a galaxy, extinguishing everything...disappeared in a daze.
Instead, there is a canyon-like waterfall and tide that connects the sky... Standing on both sides, it seems to swallow this [Universal Train].
It's as if the ocean has been split open, creating a canyon that cannot be closed,
The sea tide, the loud sound of the waterfall falling into the water, and the mournful singing...began to surround everyone's ears unceasingly.
And the two tides coming from both sides are composed of endless bones and ghosts.
Countless dark green, silver-white translucent bones and skeletons... piled up into layers of sea tides, falling directly from the invisible edge above... into the bottomless dark abyss.
This train was running in the mid-air of this black abyss, and countless ghosts were in the tide of bones on both sides... roaring and struggling, as if they were about to rush into the carriage.
Many Muggles backed away in fright, and almost collapsed to the ground, and some wizards were as pale as dead bodies.
Everyone was silent, for fear of disturbing anything.
The uproar they caused and the small thoughts deep in their hearts... were completely suppressed in an instant.
"This... where is this?"
Snape's indifferent eyes were full of fear, he stared at McGuffin and asked.
"Didn't I already say that?"
"This is the abyss of despair, the kingdom of the dead... the kingdom of the god of death... the place where the souls of the whole of England and half of Europe belong... it is one of the cornerstones of the world's rotation, it is the gap at the bottom of the world..."
"There are legends in the wizarding world that tell about this place..."
"Don't have to say...it's just that in the story of the three brothers meeting the God of Death by the river and obtaining the Deathly Hallows...the river refers to this abyss."
McGuffin touched the [Ring of Dust and Dusk·Yellow] on his finger and said so.
Most of his information comes from the display of the new system, and part of it is because this ring is combined with [Curse of Echo Blue]... the information he heard in the world.
Only wizards who break through the boundaries of ordinary magic power can perceive this world.
If one goes deep enough into the depths of the world's magic, wizards can even hear her narrating the wraiths' lives... in all their joys and sorrows, from the... never-ending song of mourning.
such as……
Albus Dumbledore was less surprised by this than anyone else.
With a calm face, he held his slender fingers and touched the abrupt parts of the walls of the two trains. His sharp nails... lightly slid across the magic pipe emitting red light, making creaking sounds.
Dumbledore seems to want to study what is going on with this train and how it was built...
It's a pity that McGuffin was built with the help of the system at this time, and even he didn't know what the specific structure was.
It is impossible for the old bee to see something.
"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?" It was still Harry who woke up Albus gently.
Dumbledore just noticed that Rufus Scrimgeour had called him several times. The new Minister of Magic... obviously didn't want to believe McGuffin Albert's statement. He was eager to deny McGuffin's statement, denying that this is not... In "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", the "river" where the three brothers met the god of death was not the world where the dead lived.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore didn't do what he wanted, the old bee nodded, and he briefly explained everything he knew about this place.
"Listen carefully...the singing contains some information, you should be able to understand everything..." McGuffin added.
The singing reverberated, like the lamentation of the sea tide... One after another, one wave after another... Echoing and crashing in the minds of all those who listened attentively,
In this world, she was trying to tell each of them... various stories that have existed here since ancient times.
After confirming that what McGuffin said was true, Rufus Scrimgeour, Cornelius Fudge... and many other Ministry of Magic executives couldn't hold back their faces.
They looked at each other, and finally Rufus Skrein motioned for Cornelius Fudge to stand in front of the MacGuffin.
Fudge stared at McGuffin with an extremely ugly face and asked, "Mr. Albert, what on earth are you trying to bring us here for... just tell me directly?"
Everyone stood up and withdrew their attention from outside the carriage, with solemn expressions, waiting for McGuffin to answer.
McGuffin was silent for a while, and finally he raised his right hand with the three rings and placed it in the center of everyone's eyes.
"What do I want to do?" He asked himself and answered with a wry smile.
Then, in Dumbledore's slightly puzzled eyes, McGuffin continued, "You are wrong,...not what I want to do? It's this world...what this destiny needs me to do..."
"What do you mean?" Morita Chiko said sharply with a hoarse voice.
This guy has been carrying a magic wand since the very beginning, trying to analyze this train... trying to divert its power from the remaining wreckage of [Jomungard] and [World Tree], trying to figure out the magic attached to it, but she found nothing.
This made her stare at MacGuffin with fear and a kind of inexplicable enthusiasm in her eyes.
McGuffin did not directly respond to the concerns of people like Morita Chiko, but turned to Dumbledore to prove his statement.
He folded his palms together, stretched out his index finger, and pointed the [Flesh Eye Red] on Albus Dumbledore, "Professor, you have deeply controlled this ring. You should know that you can detect the supernatural magic attached to it, right?"
Suddenly Dumbledore realized what McGuffin was trying to say.
He turned around, looked at everyone's confused and curious expressions, and explained,
"This ring is indeed an incredible creation. Even with Voldemort's level... it cannot be created. It should be cast by the will of the world, a gift from the times..."
"It's like "Fountain of Good Luck", "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot"...the magical items in these fairy tales. They are all magic alchemy props that cannot be created with the magic power of the wizard..."
McGuffin interjected, "It's also like the Three Hallows...the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone...they weren't created by the three Peverell brothers, but fate chose them...to create those three incredible magic items through their hands."
"I don't understand!" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled.
"My dear Minerva! This has been described in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"...The three brothers are the three holy artifacts captured from the hands of the god of death...They must have been to this place, and by virtue of their own perception of magic power...created the Deathly Hallows." Dumbledore said with great interest,
"But afterward, the three brothers probably would never be able to reach the situation they were at that time, and would never be able to come to this world again. That's why they told others...they won the three holy artifacts from the hands of the god of death."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. They did not expect such an explanation to appear in this fairy tale.
'This... isn't it made up by these two guys? '
This should be the idea that popped up in the minds of wizards for a while.
However, they just looked at each other, and none of them was the first to pierce the window paper and express their doubts.
In the end, Rufus bit the bullet and expressed doubts.
"Professor Dumbledore, I don't want to discuss the Deathly Hallows with you. Those things have been destroyed in previous magical rituals. What do these three rings have to do with our current situation? What is... the world needs you to do this? And what are you going to do?"
Rufus asked, staring at McGuffin.
"It's not you... and it's not just me, but us... We must cater to the will of the world!" McGuffin took a breath, and said directly: "This ring is the proof of everything."
"how to prove?"
McGuffin didn't explain, he directly raised the finger wearing the [Red Pupil of Flesh] ring, pointing to Rufus Scrimgeour's cuff.
A stab.
The clothes on the cuffs were immediately activated, and the piece of clothing material crawled and turned into something fleshy, and then some kind of woody texture appeared on it, and it changed again... It grew into plump grains of rice...
Then, shelling, grinding, bonding, kneading... all kinds of ingredients that have also changed are added...
Finally, the automatic roast...
After a series of extremely unbelievable changes and reactions,
That thing directly turned into a piece of scorched golden bread.
Not only does it look, it even smells alluring.
Everyone swallowed their saliva, stared dryly, and stared at this thing. (After all, many staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been eating old food for half a year while staying in the world of the magical secret realm.)
But no one did anything. After all, the reason in their hearts was telling them that anything transformed by magic was inedible, even if the magic that McGuffin cast just now was very gaudy and dazzling.
But what they didn't expect was that Dumbledore walked up to Scrimgeour, took the bread in his hands, and after observing carefully for a long time, he broke it into several pieces and distributed them directly to Rufus and Harry.
Then, he directly picked up the bread, bit into it, and ate it.
"Professor... Dumbledore?" said Professor McGonagall in surprise.
"It's real, you can eat it!" Dumbledore raised his head and said, "You can taste it..."
Don't wait for him to finish.
Professor McGonagall waved his wand in disbelief,
"Stop the curse!"
"—The end of the curse!"
"—Restore its shape!"
Professor McGonagall used three or four spell-breaking methods in a row, but none of them worked, so in desperation.
In the end, she could only try to take a bite, and slowly sipped it in her mouth.
"This this……"
"There is a smell? How is it possible... How did you do it? McGuffin! That ring of yours..."
Following Professor McGonagall's unbelievable screams, the wizards rushed over one after another. They scrambled to separate the bread, carefully stuffed it into their mouths and tasted it, trying to study this unprecedented magic.
Harry was confused.Hermione next to him grabbed some bread from his hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
"This is wrong! This thing should be tasteless... No, it should taste like some clothes and fabrics. How could it be a normal food..."
"McGuffin, you have completely violated [Gamp's Law of Transformation]..." she shouted in amazement.
At this time, Harry finally remembered the transformation magic in the ordinary sense, and it was impossible to conjure edible food.
Everyone was talking, and they started to make more and more noise,
In the end, Dumbledore stopped when he coughed.
After seeing everyone quiet down, McGuffin slowly talked about the ring again, "You have also seen it... It is an incredible display of magic, a miracle that this era bestows on the world... It is a different kind of magic in the future."
"It goes without saying that Voldemort, even [Joermungandr] [World Tree], an existence that has survived from ancient times, cannot create such magic items."
"...The Philosopher's Stone, the Fountain of Youth...these legendary treasures cannot be compared with them."
"The most important thing is that this is not just one such ring." McGuffin stretched out his hand, waving the three-color magic ring in front of everyone. "As you have seen, there are three such rings in total. They represent the three elements that make up life...the body (the pupil of flesh and blood), the soul (the ring of dust and darkness), the power of miracles (the curse of echo)..."
"With these three rings, this train, and this abyss of despair, I can..."
Everyone looked puzzled again, not understanding what McGuffin was doing when he said these things.
McGuffin didn't say any more, he made a weird gesture, and the ring on his right middle finger (Ring of Dust and Dusk·Yellow) lit up, resonating with the light from the red pipe in the car, and flashing together.
Afterwards, the train trembled immediately, and the front part of the train opened its pupils just like [Yrmungandr], emitting a dazzling gray-yellow light, covering the endless tide of bones on both sides of the 'Abyss of Despair'.
Then, there was a clicking sound from the rear of the two trains.
"what is that!"
Harry hurriedly pointed to the outside of the carriage, and everyone hurriedly looked out.
Countless silver-white souls... broke free from the tide of bones. Like the ghosts of Hogwarts, they jumped out along the gray-yellow light, flew in mid-air, and came to the bottom of the train, where they were taken in by the opened train carriage at the rear.
Seeing the endless soul transforming into a galaxy and rushing into the carriage, everyone was speechless for a long time, unable to calm down in their hearts.
They don't know what the little wizard with great powers in front of them wants to do, but based on their past life experience and cognition, wizards who play with souls... are almost all dark wizards who explore taboos, and they have no awe and respect for life.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the carriage was very oppressive.
(End of this chapter)
